The High Priest and Ji Honglian walked out of the temple hall and walked forward in the temple passages where the dim candles were faintly lit.

The light and shadow flickered, their figures were sometimes dim, sometimes bright, and occasionally a few disciples came from the side of the road, and when they saw the two of them, they all stood aside respectfully, saluting and waiting.

The high priest seemed to have returned to his usual gentle appearance, smiling and nodding at everyone who passed by, and the halos around him hit his body, looking as if there was a faint halo hanging behind him, making his figure look taller and even a little more holy, making people admire and worship, and just want to kneel and worship.

Walking all the way, the high priest and Ji Honglian walked up to the highest floor of the temple and came to a secluded and uninhabited quiet room.

The door was closed, and Ji Honglian seemed to have been here before, and she was very familiar with the matter of following the high priest here, so she took the first step to the door and gently pushed the door open.

It was a dimly lit and empty quiet room, and it was so clean that it didn't seem to have even a trace of dust. As for the rest of the furniture, it was not visible, it was just an empty boxy house.

The only thing that was unusual and unusual was that there was a circular hole half the size of a fist in the roof above this room, from which the light from the outside world penetrated into a slender pillar of light and landed on the flat and smooth floor.

The High Priest walked in and sat down on one side of the beam with a nonchalant expression.

After Ji Honglian hesitated for a moment, she closed the door of the quiet room, and then also walked over and sat on the other side of the beam.

There was silence, no sound in the room.

And the high priest's hand suddenly had something in his hand - a scepter that seemed to be all black.

The high priest slowly put the scepter in his hand into the light, and suddenly, the light illuminated the scepter, and it could be seen that in the black texture of the scepter, there seemed to be a naturally generated rune pattern, forming a strange and complex pattern, refracting a few dim thin lights in the light.

An ancient and vicissitudes of life faintly leaked out from this scepter, as if the gaze of some ancient life slowly opened its eyes somewhere and scanned the world.

The high priest held the scepter with one hand and glanced at Ji Honglian.

Ji Honglian nodded, looking a little nervous, and after taking two deep breaths, she also stretched out one of her white palms and held the other part of the scepter, just below the high priest's palm.

Then, they both closed their eyes at the same time.

Witchcraft, Psychics!

In the quiet quiet room, there suddenly seemed to be a surge, and the air around them writhed uneasily, and the clothes of the two of them were windless.

And the scepter in the center of the light, the strange patterns on the scepter suddenly began to slowly brighten, little by little, like the stars in the sky, began to twinkle and emit dazzling brilliance.

The pillar of light that fell from the sky also changed immediately, it seemed that this beam of light that was originally falling vertically, suddenly seemed to be a little distorted, and I don't know what happened in the middle, at a certain moment, suddenly the light was in full bloom, and the light suddenly became magnificent and bright, illuminating the entire quiet room at once.

At the same time, there seemed to be a majestic aura in the darkness, descending from the sky, sweeping everything, but ethereal, passing through the walls of the house and landing on the black scepter at the center of the light.

The High Priest's face, which had always been calm, suddenly twitched at this moment, revealing a trace of great pain.

Then, his eyelids moved slightly, but his eyes slowly opened a slit, and his eyes were shining, looking at Ji Honglian who was sitting opposite him.

At this moment, the light in the quiet room was dazzling, and the ancient aura seemed to be everywhere, but Ji Honglian didn't seem to feel anything outside of her body at all, her expression was unusually calm, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be perceiving something wholeheartedly, looking like a child sleeping quietly.

The corners of the high priest's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes showed extremely complex emotions, he just looked at Ji Honglian like that, his eyes were sometimes bright, sometimes dim, it seemed that in that short period of time, the wind, rain, thunder, lightning, stars, sun and moon, and stars moved, all ebb and flow in the depths of his pupils.

The wind swirled, the light flickered, and I don't know how long later, the pillar of light in the sky suddenly calmed down, and then, all the light suddenly faded like a whale sucking water, and in a blink of an eye, only the original pillar of light was left, falling in this quiet room.

Ji Honglian's body trembled, her body shook, and she opened her eyes.

At this moment, the expression on her face seemed to be a little tired, but when she saw the high priest sitting opposite her, she noticed that the venerable old man had a calm expression, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be ignorant of what was happening in the outside world.

Ji Honglian's face showed a look of awe and worship.

It didn't take long for the high priest to open his eyes, and after glancing at Ji Honglian, he first smiled slightly, put away the black scepter, and then smiled at Ji Honglian and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Honglian looked a little embarrassed and a little frustrated, and after sighing, she said, "Master, I'm really useless, I still haven't felt the will of the gods, it must be that my cultivation in the Divine Technique is not enough, please punish Master." ”

The high priest didn't blame her, on the contrary, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, it was only after ten years of cultivating the Divine Technique that I first felt the will of the gods. You are still young, and you are very talented, and in time you will be able to perceive the gods, and then it will be time for you to truly become a high priest. ”

Ji Honglian nodded heavily and said, "Yes, thank you, Master." Then he said with some curiosity: "Master, did you perceive the gods just now?"

The high priest smiled and said, "Of course I feel it, the gods are omnipresent, as long as we are pious enough and our minds are pure, we will definitely be able to perceive its existence through the scepters left by the gods and saints." ”

Ji Honglian's eyes were full of envy and yearning, and said: "It's so good, I hope I can do the same, I hope this day will come soon." ”

The High Priest smiled and nodded, "Of course it will come." Okay, I'd like to meditate here for a while, and you can go out and rest first. ”

Ji Honglian agreed, and respectfully bowed to the almost demigod-like teacher in front of her, who was a mortal but could communicate with the gods, and then got up and walked out, and carefully closed the door.

The ashram became quiet, and the light fell in front of the high priest. A gentle smile faded from his face, and he slowly pulled out the black scepter again.

In his ears, the footsteps of the innocent girl outside the house were slowly disappearing, and finally disappeared into the distance, and in the quiet room, it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world.

Lonely old man.

An old man who is about to come to the end of his life.

A person who sits between light and darkness, cloudy and uncertain.

He stared at the scepter in his hand, the expression on his face suddenly became distorted, his mouth slowly opened, his face became distorted, with a bit of hideousness, as if full of pain, the kind of pain that could not be shaken off deep into the bone marrow.

He seemed to want to scream and scream hysterically, but when the sound came to his lips, it finally turned into an extremely suppressed whisper and trill. He was like a fragile pathetic helpless madman, crying in this dark corner.

He suddenly hugged the scepter, and then trembled and wailed silently, and after some time, he heard only a distorted hoarse voice, full of pain and torment, whispering, "God...... God...... Ah, where are you, where are you, where are you?"

"Why, why did you abandon me!"

"Why!"

"Ah......"10